dialtone
touch tone buttons being pushed
phone rings twice No Limit Studios
whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is? Nigga
this Rappin 4-Tay
who is this? Oh dis P P?! said with disbelief Yeah dis P! P?! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh voice cracking This ain t no mother in P! Man
hang the phone up [MP] Ungggggghh
na-nah na-nah [MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) [Master P] Nigga
I m the colonel of the mother in tank Y all after big thangs
we after big bank 3rd Ward hustlas
soldiers in combats Convicts and dealers
and killers with TRU tats Never gave a bout no hoes on our riches And niggaz come short
I m diggin ditches M.P.
pullin stripes
commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong
nigga I m knockin out some teeth I m down here slangin
rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas Steppin on cold
break a niggaz nose In the projects niggaz anything goes Breakin fools off cause I m a No Limit soldier At ease now salute
this pass me the doja Chorus: Master P and No Limit Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) (repeat 3X) [Fiend] Fiend exercisin this right
of exorcism bustin out the expedition Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission They heard we scary
No Limit mercenary No tellin how bad it get
because the worst ll vary I heard you make em worry
that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store
cause they know everything Fiend know
mean mo money mo Little Fiend still want the greens
the cornbread and the cabbage In your hood
remindin you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest
so the crime gon stick em up My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh
ungh) And ended with nine
get em Chorus (2X) [Silkk the Shocker] P gon make ya say UNGGGGGGH
I ma make you say OWWWWWWWW I m not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this mother in Crowd I stay on like light switches
money
cause I like riches Hittin nothin but tight bitches
call me
I might hit ya Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah
don t trip After I bust yo shit
then after that say na-nah-nah-nah I hang with niggaz
I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh) They wanna know if I
cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz So when
we connect bitch better respect this
I step quick Cause I got a
vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick! Silkk
you the type of nigga that promotes violence? You might be right cause I ll step in the club and say somethin to get that mother er start to
fightin!! (Bout it!!) Bad as vogues
I m cold
extra see through ?P-G? never in knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D And P-D s the game that I spit
No Limit Soldiers got my back I run this mother er
TRU niggaz And I
betcha y all niggaz ya say
"Bet!" Chorus (2X) [Mia X] We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed and cocked
we got the industry locked
we can t be stopped
too hot Check the spots that we got
on Billboard This Tank can set up roadblocks
we fadin all you hoes Want some mo? Then let s go
stretch you out like elastic Zip that ass up in plastic
have ya folks pickin caskets We drastic
our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto So feel the wrath of this sista
it s like you fightin 10 niggaz Forget the baby boys
it s the biggest mamma Mia The Unlady Like diva
lyrical man eater
believe her Or see her
and get that ass embarrassed If you re a decision maker
guaranteed you ll get carried away So stay in yo place
when ya hear mamma speakin Cannon spray
clear the way
when ya see The Tank creepin Chorus (2X) [Mystikal] Hi I m that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won t know how to do it You could be the little bitty skinny mother er with the braids in his hair Usin limos and choppers too I done paid my dues
but still played the blues Nigga play me like you was scared to lose I m still a fool
you ain t heard the news I was a No Limit nigga
makin major moves I won t stop now
bitch
I can t stop You can t stop me
so bitch don t try we We TRU soldiers
we don t die We keep rollin
na-nah-nah-nah-nah All aboard
bitch it s like a choir inside The group goin hallelujah Niggaz goin to war
got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Bitches be sayin he there
we there
BEWARE!!! C there
Silkk there Fiend there
Mamma there
P there Ain t no salary cap
on top of my dollars I roll with nothin
but them No Limit riders I gets down nigga
I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild
na-nah na-nah Chorus and fade

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